Thursday, November 15, 2012

Nice Girl SeXStoRY

Nice Girl By Kinkybelle Jill closed her bedroom door and pressed the button at the center of the cheap, brassy knob to lock it. Even though it was a Friday evening, and both her boys weren’t likely be home until late, she wouldn’t be able to relax otherwise. She worked herself free of her polyester uniform and left it in a heap on the floor. She’d get to it tomorrow. A morbid compulsion f***ed her to stand in front of the full length mirror; her naked, middle-aged body the accumulated result of an assortment of insults and passive negligence. Jill resisted the impulse to look away but could not dredge up the disgust for herself that she knew would be appropriate, and settled instead for apathetic resignation. Despite everything, she still liked the way her breasts looked. Jill was fully aware that there had been a time when they sat up higher, audaciously facing forward, projecting themselves into the world ahead of her. They had since slumped. And, when left to their natural disposition, looked askance to either side, like dissolute lovers furtively turning away from one another. Even so, their size and shape suited her. The feel and weight of them was pleasing to her hands, but she was embarrassed to admit (even to herself) that she was often aroused by the sight of her own nipples. Jill pulled the heavy duvet aside and stretched herself out on the rumpled sheets. He had left almost a year ago, but still she kept to her side of the bed. It was comfortable, she had explained to herself, that’s all there was to it. Her eyes drifted closed, but she f***ed aside the urge to go straight to sl**p. Jill opened her legs slightly, and flexed her sore feet. It entered her awareness that it had been at least three weeks since she last treated herself to an orgasm. Maybe a month. Could it really have been that long? She worried if this meant something. Was she losing a part of herself without even noticing it? Her fingertips tickled over her breasts, and she put these thoughts aside for another time. She watched with familiar delight as her nipples roused themselves and stiffened under her light touch. With one hand gently pinching and twisting each in turn, the other drifted down over the curve of her belly to the hot, sodden mess between her legs. The thought of a shower flitted through her mind, especially after the long, sweaty day she’d had, but then there was no one there for her to impress, and she wasn’t so delicate as to be offended by her own stink--especially one earned by an honest day of hard work. She peeled apart her sticky lips, and smiled at the exhilarating sensation of the cool air caressing her intimate wetness. The world outside of her hollow bedroom door, with its flimsy lock, faded to nothingness as her finger traced the awakening length of her fleshy inner lips. Her thoughts went back to that one particular day, as they often did when she touched herself, and to the events that led her there. It was Jill’s 16th birthday party, and Carilynn was the only one who came that was not a relative. Carilynn was, Jill had decided, her best friend; even though Jill was obviously not Carilynn’s best friend. Jill had not been invited to Carilynn’s Sweet-16, but she wouldn’t have wanted to be around all those annoying popular girls anyway. Jill knew that the two of them were only friends at all because they had grown up in the same neighborhood together, which was better than nothing. Carilynn had been acting weird for the past couple of days. It was obvious to Jill that she was being fake-happy when the presents were being opened and the ice cream was being dished out, even though Jill had asked her mom to get buttercrunch instead of the usual Neapolitan because she knew it was Carilynn’s favorite. With her perfectly blond hair, and perfectly white teeth, Carilynn was always happy. Her mother always bought her the coolest stuff, like pens that had pink or purple ink. When she signed her notes with her name, she made a smiley face in the ‘C’ and put a little heart dotting the ‘I.’ Although she didn’t talk to Jill much at school, she would sometimes secretly pass her a note. The week before, one read, “I think Donny F. is cute. Do you agree? (check one) ___ Yes ___ Hell, Yes!!” Jill later came to realize that being Carilynn’s friend meant allowing her to define your choices for you. Once the adults had settled in with their coffee and were no longer paying attention to the c***dren, the girls withdrew to the sanctuary of Jill’s bedroom. There was some one-sided chit-chat, then Jill sat down next to her friend on the bed. “What’s wrong?” “Nothing,” Carilynn responded automatically. She chewed her lip as she made up her mind about something. “Okay, I’ll tell you, but you have to swear not to say anything to anyone ever. Promise?” Jill nodded, her heart suddenly racing. “I promise and swear to die.” Carilynn looked like she wasn’t convinced, or maybe that she shouldn’t say anything at all. She crossed her arms and cleared her throat. “The other day I went over to Marcy’s house to return a cake dish my mom borrowed from her mom. On the way home I took the shortcut over the old railroad bridge.” Jill’s stomach clenched, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to hear this secret after all. “My mom won’t let me go that way ever since they found--” “I know!” Carilynn cut Jill off. “I’m not supposed to either, but I didn’t think it would be any big deal and I didn’t feel like going all the way around.” “What happened?” “Well…there were some boys hanging out there--” “From our school? Who were they?” “I don’t know, just some boys.” Carilynn shifted uncomfortably. “Anyway, one of them saw me coming and said some rude things, and I tried to ignore them and keep going.” “What did he say?” “Jill,” Carilynn whined, “don’t make me say it.” “I’m not going to tell anyone, I swear!” “Fine, he yelled for me to lift up my shirt and show them my chest.” She looked down like she was ashamed of herself. “Another one said something about shaking my ass for them.” Jill was silent. Carilynn waited, as if expecting some sort of judgment to be leveled against her. “Then what?” “I went across the bridge as fast as I could, but they had bikes and caught up to me in the woods on the other side.” “Did they hurt you?” The fear in Jill’s voice only made Carilynn more upset. “They wouldn’t let me by, and I couldn’t go back,” she explained quickly. “They kept saying bad things, and then one of them…” “What? What’d he do?” Jill pressed despite herself. “One of them took his…thing out, and waved it around at me.” Jill had never seen a boy’s penis before, and couldn’t help but wonder what it must have looked like. She realized that Carilynn was looking at her expectantly, awaiting the proper reaction. “Ewww,” Jill quickly responded. “That’s so gross.” “Totally! I thought I was going to throw up.” Carilynn shuddered. “But then one of them pushed me from behind toward the boy with his thing out.” “Oh my God!” “The two other ones got up close to me, and then everything happened so fast.” “What do you mean? Did you scream?” “I think so…I don’t know.” Carilynn hugged herself tighter and lowered her voice to a whisper. “The one behind me slapped me on the butt, and the other boy grabbed one of my boobs.” “Serious?” “Dead serious. I guess I just started punching and kicking and pushing to get away. They tried to pull my shirt up, and I think one of them grabbed me…you know, down there.” “But you got away?” “Yeah,” Carilynn was shaking by this point. “They chased me down the path for a little ways, then gave up.” “Did you tell your parents?” “No! I didn’t tell anyone, except you, and you better not breathe a word of this.” “Why won’t you tell? Don’t you want them to get in trouble for what they did?” “If I tell, everyone will know what happened and they’ll make up stories about me and no boy will want me to be his girlfriend. I’ll be damaged goods.” Jill had heard her mother use that term before, but she never quite understood what was meant by it. Now she had a pretty clear idea. “It’s not my fault,” Carilynn insisted. “I didn’t do anything! It was them.” “You didn’t do anything bad,” Jill reassured her friend. “You were totally brave and got away as soon as you could.” She hugged Carilynn in an effort to comfort her. Carilynn hugged back, which Jill hadn’t expected, and they held each other for a long while. When they parted, Carilynn wiped her teary eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. “I feel better now that I was able to talk about it,” she took a deep breath. “It’s probably not as bad as it seemed.” Jill let her friend’s rationalization stand unchallenged. “I’m just glad nothing worse happened to you.” “I don’t even want to think about that. Remember, you promised.” “Cross my heart.” Carilynn put on her fake-happy face, and changed the subject to one of her favorite topics: dissecting the fashion tragedies of all the other girls at school (which Jill was painfully aware of being public enemy number one in this regard, and that her friend was too nice to say it to her face). Jill wasn’t able to sl**p that night. She couldn’t stop imagining the harrowing indignities her friend was f***ed to endure beyond the old railroad bridge. The scene kept playing through her mind, but with herself as the victim. What would she do? How would she have escaped? She was horrified by the idea of such an ordeal, but there was something more. Something exciting in a way that Jill didn’t understand. She tried again to picture how it must have looked when that one boy took his thing out of his pants, but she couldn’t quite form the image. Jill knew it would be gross whatever it looked like, and tried to make herself stop thinking about it. She woke up several times during the night. The sheets were soaked with sweat, despite it not being very warm, and she had an annoying wetness between her legs. At one point she woke up as she was dreaming about being made to stand in front of the class and lift her shirt up. She expected everyone to laugh, but no one did. The teacher then told her to lift up her skirt and pull down the front of her underpants. She awoke to find her hand ‘down there.’ Jill knew something about masturbation, or at least she thought she did. She had heard some women talking in whispers about a book called “The Feminine Mystique.” She’d found it at the public library, much to her surprise, and snuck off to a hidden corner to find out what was so scandalous. It was there that she discovered the idea of masturbation, but wasn’t quite able to put together the whole puzzle. It was clearly not something that a nice girl like Jill would ever do herself. What she remembered most about that book was that written in the margin in blue ink next to a part about masturbation were the words, “I love my pussy” in a bold, flowing script. Just below it, another woman had written “Me too!” in pencil. Jill found this terribly thrilling, like she’d stumbled on some kind of secret conspiracy, but had only scratched the surface. Sex was a topic that couldn’t be discussed with mother. As a matter of fact, it was her grandmother who had to explain much of the basics when Jill got her first period while on an overnight visit. She had made a single attempt to raise the subject. “I can’t believe the way these parents let their girls walk around all made-up like little whores,” Jill’s mother spouted after they drove past a pair of pretty coeds out shopping downtown. “All this women’s lib stuff is nothing but an excuse for loose morals.” “That’s what I think, too,” Jill said emphatically. “There’s even one girl at my school who’s thinking of doing masturbation.” Jill’s heart suddenly dropped at the look of horror on her mother’s face. She feared she had overplayed her gambit. “You stay away from that girl, do you hear me?” Her mother quickly composed herself. “There’s no reason for a woman to concern herself about s-e-x until after she’s married, and then it’s up to the husband to worry about all that business.” “But--” “That girl is going straight to a fiery eternity if she does what she’s thinking about doing,” Jill’s mother interrupted in a fluster. “Nice girls don’t even entertain such filthy thoughts, so don’t you let any of that kind of smut pollute your mind. I raised you to be a nice girl, and you’re going to stay that way.” Jill didn’t want to suffer the eternal flames, but lying in bed that night after her 16th birthday party there was an insistence pulsing through her body that demanded some sort of relief. She didn’t want her mother to be angry with her. She wanted to be a nice girl. There had to be a way to satisfy this urge and still be a nice girl. It was two days later and Jill was standing on Vale Street, her eyes following the curve of the long abandoned railroad bed. Just out of sight was the old bridge, and beyond that the woods where Carilynn had her frightening trouble. Jill’s heart thumped in her chest as she smoothed her skirt and started down the trail next to the rusted steel tracks. She almost turned around and ran back with each step, but she knew that she would only be haunted by the increasingly wicked thoughts that plagued her sl**p and came unbidden to her several times each day since her friend had shared her secret. Besides, she wasn’t doing anything wrong. Just taking a short cut was all. She saw three bikes lying in a row on the ground at the foot of the bridge, and it all suddenly became real. Jill f***ed herself to take a step, and then another, but a new fear was welling inside her. What if nothing happened? She never considered herself ugly, but she had no illusions about how very plain she was. Maybe her legs were still too skinny, and her breasts not yet as big as some of the other girls her age, but there was nothing wrong with her. Nothing physically wrong. “Ha ha, look who’s lost her way,” she heard a boy call out from the bridge. She saw them now up in the crisscrossing girders of the bridge, three of them. She recognized Jimmy Dorr right away. He was larger than the other two, partly because he was older. Jimmy was in the same grade as Jill, but he was held back a year because he missed a lot of school the year his dad got put in jail. Dean Lowry and Steve Jekowski were the other two, and were both the same age and also in the same grade as Jill. Carilynn had lied when she said she didn’t know who they were. “I know where I’m going,” Jill shot back. “So just leave me alone.” She marched up onto the tracks and strode toward the bridge. The boys leered at her from their perches. “You a girl or a boy?” Dean hooted, and the others laughed. “Shut up,” Jill retorted, keeping her eyes on the rails to make sure her foot didn’t slip through one of the gaps. “Looks like a boy t’me,” Jimmy chimed in. “’cept he’s wearin’ a skirt.” “I’m a girl, and you know it!” “Wooooo,” they all mocked in unison. “Show us!” “Yeah, let’s see your tits!” Jill was halfway across, and was beginning to feel the panic rising. “Why don’t you look at your own tits!” Jill shouted back at them. It was a stupid thing to say, but it was also the first time she’d ever said the word ‘tits’ out loud, which gave her a peculiar sort of thrill. The boys howled with laughter. Jill felt strange new feelings in places she’d never felt them before. “I bet you wouldn’t even know what to do with some if you had them.” Jill didn’t even know if she was making sense, but she knew she was pushing her luck. Her brain was two steps behind her mouth, and she couldn’t believe the things she was hearing herself saying. She quickened her pace and hurried across to the end of the bridge. The sound of the boys laughing and cat-calling faded behind her, but she didn’t dare turn around and let them see her looking. She was proud of herself for being brave enough not to run when she got to the other side of the bridge where the tracks stopped and a wide dirt trail snaked into the woods. It was only about two-hundred yards to Meechum Road, maybe less, but there were no houses around for the whole way. No one around to hear a girl’s screams. After a minute on the path her heart began to slow to normal. She’d made it through the gantlet uns**thed, and found that she was more relieved than anything. It became suddenly obvious how stupid this stunt of hers had been, and now she just wanted to get home as quickly as she could and forget all about it. The metallic chink of bike chains and the muted whir of rubber tires kicked her pulse back into high gear. Jill’s brain screamed Run! but her body refused, leaving her frozen in the middle of the path like a startled fawn. Jimmy swerved past, missing by inches, and sk**ded to a stop in front of her. She heard two other bikes hit the ground close behind. This was it. It was happening after all. “Get out of my way,” Jill insisted. “Not til you say sorry t’ Steve-o,” Jimmy said looking her over. “You hurt his feelings makin’ fun of his little titties like that.” “Leave me alone.” “Or else what?” “Or else I’ll tell.” Jimmy’s eyes took on a menacing darkness and he stepped toward her. Jill felt the quality of her fear suddenly transform into something sharp and sickening. “My daddy says he hates snitches more’n anythin’ in the world,” Jimmy spat on the dirt only inches from Jill’s shiny black and white shoes. “If you tell on us, when he gets out from jail he’ll come lookin’ for you. He’ll find you when you’re sl**pin’ and…” He drew his thumb across his throat to make his point. Jill didn’t doubt a single word of what he was saying. Jimmy’s dad was in prison for almost killing a man with a knife in a bar. “What do you want?” Jimmy had a couple crooked teeth, but Jill couldn’t help noticing how he wasn’t so ugly when he smiled. “No big deal,” he said like he was now the friendliest fellow you could know. “Just pull up your shirt and give us a peek.” “Yeah, we wanna see the smallest titties in the whole school,” Dean taunted. “They’re not the smallest,” Jill protested. “Prove it.” “Fine. One look, then you have to let me go.” Jimmy wasn’t able to hide his look of surprise. Jill realized then that she was not putting up enough of a fight. She swallowed hard, and lifted the front of her shirt. Jimmy’s eyes widened, as did his smile. The sudden rush of air on her exposed nipples was invigorating in a way she never felt before. Jill quickly pulled her shirt back down, covering herself up. “Hey, I didn’t get to see,” Steve objected immediately. “She doesn’t got no bra on!” Dean yelped. “Show’s over, now let me go.” “Naw, naw, naw. We had a deal. You have to show us all.” “If they didn’t see, then that’s their own fault. Not my problem.” “It’s not fair, Jimmy,” Steve complained. “You already showed ‘em off once,” Jimmy tried to be reasonable, “just do it one more time again.” “No.” “Wait til you see ‘em, Steve-o, they’re really nice.” Jill felt a sinful tingle race through her body when she heard him say her breasts looked nice. Was he just saying that, or could he mean it? She almost gave in then, but Jimmy stepped closer and put his hands on her shoulders. She tried to shrug him off, but he held firm. “I don’t want t’ hurt you,” he said looking straight into her eyes. He turned her around. She resisted enough to show she was unwilling but not enough to stop him. Jimmy’s body pressed up close behind her, his thighs pushing against her rear end. “Now just relax, an’ do like you said.” His clothes smelled faintly of stale cigarettes and motor oil. In any other situation Jill would have been disgusted by such a combination of odors, but it wasn’t so bad on Jimmy. He reached around and took each of her wrists and lowered Jill’s arms to her sides. Dean and Steve looked on with slack mouths and darting eyes. She tried not to stare at the front of Steve’s pants where something was poking up from inside. Jimmy’s hands went to the hem of her shirt and paused. She didn’t know if this was for dramatic effect, or if he was expecting her to fight him. She knew she should be putting up more of a struggle, but she didn’t want to get hurt...or risk winning. Jimmy began lifting her shirt. Dean made a weird moaning noise, and moments later Jill’s breasts were once again on display. “Holy crap!” Dean blurted out, then looked around to make sure there were no witnesses to their crime. Steve just laughed like a maniac to whole time, never taking his eyes away from her pale, bare breasts in the dappled light of the woods. Jimmy held her shirt up for much longer than she had. She began to squirm against him, but he only gripped her tighter, his body closing around her. Her shirt was bunched up under her chin, keeping her from looking down at her own nakedness. Jill also wasn’t able to see when Jimmy’s hand slipped down and covered her breast. The jolt his touch sent coursing through her was like nothing she’d ever known before. Frightening, but not wholly unpleasant. She attempted to twist away, and he grasped roughly at her softness. Her muscles strained, and that needful ache was suddenly there between her legs, and his warm hand felt good on her flesh. Jill was underwater, floating just outside of herself. This wasn’t her. This couldn’t be her. Her mother raised her to be a nice girl. And that’s what she was. Jimmy pushed Jill away from him, and she stumbled to her knees between her three assailants. She pulled her shirt down, not knowing what was going to happen next. “Now you wanna see something?” Steve brayed. Jill heard the quick buzz of his zipper coming down and couldn’t stop herself from looking. The pinkish length of his penis jutted out from the fly of his pants. He had his hips thrust forward proudly and waved it back and forth. Jill found herself annoyed that he wouldn’t just hold still so she could get a better look at it. It flared at the end, and came to a blunt, slightly up-turned point. It was the most fascinatingly ugly thing she’d ever seen. “Nobody wants t’ see your little worm, Steve-o,” Jimmy said. “Put it away already.” “No way, man, I think she likes it.” Steve waggled it some more for her benefit. “She wants it!” Jill f***ed herself to look away, even though she was even more curious now than before. What did it feel like? Was there more to it that she couldn’t see beneath his pants? What would it look like to see a boy pee? These were not questions a nice girl should be wondering about. “Since she didn’t have a bra,” Dean said thoughtfully, “do you think maybe she doesn’t have on any underwear?” Jimmy snuck a toe under the bottom of Jill’s skirt and raised it a few inches before she could stop him. “Only one way to find out,” Jimmy said ominously. “Don’t you dare,” Jill hissed. Even as she spit the words, she felt a sensation deep in her belly that betrayed her excitement at the prospect of what they might do with her next. It would be so very wrong for her to want these things, but she couldn’t help it if they were f***ed upon her. Jimmy circled around to stand in front of the kneeling girl. “Are you?” He crouched down and looked straight at her. “Wearing some cute little pink panties under that skirt? Or you walking around bare-assed down there?” “You’re disgusting!” Jill was too preoccupied by Jimmy to notice the other two boys moving around behind her. “C’mon, one little peek?” “If you think I’m going to let you see my panties, Jimmy Dorr, then you’re crazy!” “Crazy it is. Hold her!” Jimmy ordered with a lecherous smile. There was a tussle as Dean and Steve sprung upon Jill and grabbed her flailing arms. They wrestled her to the ground, pinning her down on her back. Jimmy moved in from the side. Jill lashed out with a foot and connected with his shin. He barely reacted to the pain it must have caused, and instead managed to grab her ankle. Jill kicked out instinctively with her free foot, but that was captured as well. She twisted and bucked, but Jill had to conceded that she was completely in their power for the time being. Jimmy lifted her feet up high, stretching her legs straight. Her skirt slid along her legs, exposing the bare skin of her thighs. Jimmy slowly moved her feet apart, spreading her legs open against her best efforts to maintain her modesty. “They ain’t pink,” Jimmy reported. “White with some blue lacey stuff ‘round the edges.” “Dibs,” Steve called out, his prick still jutting out of his fly. “Shut up,” Jimmy said without taking his eyes from Jill’s crotch. Jill tried to turn her hips, and pull her legs closed, but she couldn’t fight Jimmy’s firm grip. She relaxed and tried to regain some of her strength. There was an otherworldly feeling taking hold of her. There was something about the hungry way that Jimmy was looking at her. No one had ever wanted something of her as badly as he seemed to right then. He had the power to take what he wanted from her, but she also realized that she had the power to give it. “You seen my panties, so let me go,” Jill said in a voice that sounded much more calm than she was feeling. “But now I wanna see what’s under them.” Jimmy’s eyes met Jill’s. “You wanna show me, or do I have to do it myself?” “I’m not showing you anything, you filthy pig.” Jill heaved with all her might and was able to get an arm loose. During the battle to get her back under control she felt Steve’s naked hardness bat against her wrist. The fight quickly drained out of her and she lay breathing hard with both arms pressed to the dirt of the path by Dean and Steve. Jimmy ended up sitting on her legs. “The more you fight,” he said, “the longer it’s gonna last.” Jimmy flipped the front of her skirt up. “Maybe that’s what you want.” “I want you to get off me,” Jill growled through gritted teeth. Jimmy just chuckled and slid his fingers along her exposed thigh. His firm but gentle touch stroked up and down, getting closer to her sex with each approach. She wasn’t supposed to want this. It wasn’t supposed to feel good. And Jill definitely wasn’t supposed to like it. But she did want it, and it did feel good, and she liked it…a lot. Without meaning to, Jill tilted her hips as Jimmy’s fingers came close to the edge of her panties, practically inviting him to touch her there. His eyes flicked up to her face suspiciously, then something distracted him. “Dammit, Steve-o, I told you t’ put your little dinkus away! I don’t wanna see that when I’m about to feel up a chick.” “If I let go, she’ll get loose,” Steve argued. “Just don’t blow your wad all over the place when you see her twat.” Jill had always been taught to hide her body, to be embarrassed by it. For someone to see her naked had always been one of her greatest fears--something to be avoided at all costs. But now she wanted it. She wanted these boys to see her most private parts. She even felt a kind of insistent impatience building in her gut. The shameful realization that she was practically willing this big-talking tough guy to rip her panties off and expose her in front of everyone did nothing to lessen her deviant desire. Steve and Dean laughed nervous laughs over Jimmy’s joke, eager for the older boy to take things further. His attention settled back between Jill’s legs, and she nearly let out a moan when she saw the way he licked his upper lip. Jimmy’s hand drifted over the front of her cotton underwear a few times before coming to rest on top of her mound. His thumb felt its way down along her panty-covered crease. Jill’s stomach fluttered and she wanted to press herself against his touch, but she couldn’t let him see how desperate she was for it. “You like that?” Jimmy taunted her. “I hate it.” “Well, you’re gonna hate it more in a second.” With that, he hooked his thumb under the edge of her panties and touched her directly down there. Her body stiffened. She didn’t expect it to happen that fast, nor did she know it would feel that amazing. Jill couldn’t believe it was really happening to her. A boy was touching her most private area. “What’s it feel like?” Dean asked breathlessly. “Feels like a pussy, shithead,” Jimmy barked at him. His thumb glided along the length of her virgin slit. “It’s sorta wet, or sweaty, or something.” Jill knew it wasn’t sweat that was making her wet down there. “I can’t see anything,” Steve complained. “Alright, keep your pants on.” Jimmy’s thumb went still as he thought through his options. “Okay, I’m gonna let up off your legs, but if you try to kick me again I’ll punch you right in the twat, understand?” Jill just stared at her lead assailant. After a moment, he took his weight off her and began working her panties down. She didn’t help him, but she didn’t make it any more difficult either. “Whoa,” Steve whispered when Jill’s modest patch of light brown pubic hair was revealed. Jimmy worked her underwear down some more, and it rolled up on itself as he did. When he felt sure Jill wasn’t going to misbehave, he shuffled himself toward her ankles and slid her panties down to her knees. “A real live pussy,” Dean murmured in awe. Jill understood then that she was the first one that they’d ever gotten this far with. Jimmy seemed like he knew what he was doing, but could this all be new to him too? “Take them all the way off.” Steve leaned forward trying to get a better view. His erection bobbed only inches from Jill’s face. She thought that she could probably bite it if she tried. “I can’t without letting her legs go.” Jimmy’s brow furrowed as he tried to puzzle out this obstacle. Jill couldn’t stand it any longer. “Go ahead,” she said with a defiant sneer. “I don’t care what you dirty perverts do anymore.” Jimmy looked at her, trying to gauge how much to trust Jill. He finally shrugged, raised himself to a squat, and tugged her underwear off over her shoes. None of the boys moved for a few seconds as they all took in the sight of her. Jill’s chest rose and fell with rapid, shallow breaths. Jimmy’s tongue ran along his top lip again, and it made the hairs on the back of her neck tickle. As if by a f***e that was beyond her own will, Jill felt her legs moving. She wasn’t clamping them together, or kicking Jimmy in the face, like she should have been, but she was moving them apart. Slowly at first, then more deliberately, Jill spread her legs open. The way Jimmy’s eyes went wide brought her a powerful sense of satisfaction. Aside from the sound of a few birds, and the soft drone of a car in the distance, there was silence. Everyone just stared. They all stared at her like she was the center of the universe. “That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?” Jill voice was as cold and accusing as she could make it. She tried to use the same tone she’d heard her mother use with her father when she wanted him to grovel. “You wanted to see a pussy. Well, there you go. Happy, now?” Jimmy continued to gawk at her naked twat. She spread her legs even wider for him. The wonder on his face transformed him somehow. Jill no longer saw the dangerously violent bad-boy, but now she saw only a boy. The moment was broken by Steve’s frantic voice. “Holy shit, I think she wants to fuck! Can we, Jimmy? Can I fuck her?” “Shut the hell up!” Jimmy snarled. “Try it and we’ll all end up in jail, you stupid shit bird.” Jill was pretty sure she knew what ‘fuck’ meant, but maybe not really. What she did know was that she was scared, and excited, and there were three boys looking at her naked pussy with ravenously unblinking attention. She also knew a nice girl wouldn’t be feeling so exhilarated by all of this crude attention. Jimmy eased forward onto his knees. He reached out and probed the plump mounds of her swelling vulva with a clumsy grasping that nonetheless gave them both a pleasant reward. His finger wiggled into her crease and explored the even softer flesh within. Jill felt a strange sensation in her stomach, like she was falling, but in a good kind of way. “Shit, that’s nice,” Jimmy whispered as if to himself, lost in his explorations. “Let me have a turn,” Steve begged. “Forget it.” Jimmy’s finger happened to graze against Jill’s straining clit at that moment, causing her to shudder involuntarily. “This pussy is all mine,” he said, looking confidently at Jill. Without thinking, she spat at him. Her mouth was dry, so it wasn’t much beyond a symbolic display of her supposed disdain for her molester. Jimmy only grinned and wiped the few droplets of spittle from his cheek onto his shoulder. She hated the way he was trying to humiliate her. Or, perhaps, she hated that she didn’t want him to stop doing it. With a mocking smirk, Jimmy teased the tip of one of his dirty fingers into her opening. There was a moment of panic for Jill, quickly followed by another wave of pleasure unlike anything she’d known before. Something about the way she had tightened up her inner muscles down there around his invading finger felt especially good for some reason. He slid it out, then back in a few inches, and the feeling became even better. As Jimmy’s finger probed her increasingly wet entrance, he leaned forward and slipped his free hand up under her shirt. He pawed at her breasts, roughly pinching and tugging at her nipples, as his fingers continued to poke and rub her pussy. A strange kind of heat spread through her. The world around her disappeared and nothing existed except for this boy’s hands and her body. The fuzzy realization came to her that she was moving her hips, pushing herself against his fingers, actively participating in her own violation. She couldn’t stop herself. A nice girl would be able to stop herself. But something was building inside her, and she had to find out what it was. Jimmy’s awkward strokes naturally fell into a rhythm that matched Jill’s insistent motions. His breath blew hot against her throat. His strong grip dug into the tender roundness of her breast. The palm of his inexperienced hand pressed against just the right spot. The tip of his finger dithered enticingly at the threshold of a forbidden boundary that seemed to hold the promise of even more undiscovered delights. The feeling was building. It was right there between her legs. Right below the surface. Urging her hips to move faster. Demanding release. Taking control of her body. Eliminating her own will. Nothing else mattered. The fulfillment of this mounting need was everything. Then, like a flashbulb going off before you expected it, the feeling unleashed itself with a gratifying ferocity. Jill was unable to hold back a gasp that became a barely restrained moan. Her mind reeled. What was happening to her? What was this incredible thing? The memory of this first orgasm was as vivid for Jill thirty years later as the day it had happened. Her mature body convulsed with spasms, causing her to jerk inelegantly on the bed. She cried out with unrestrained release as she pounded her pussy relentlessly in an urgent effort to milk every ounce of pleasure from her explosive orgasm. She was fully aware at what a vulgar sight she must have been at that moment, but that only served to increase her satisfaction. She waited contentedly for the tremors to ebb. While her body quieted, she brought her soaked fingers to her lips. Jill couldn’t resist smelling her pungent scent before tasting the tangy flavor of her own pussy. If young Jill could only see herself now. Her fingers found their way back to her engorged lips. She teased herself slowly and returned to the memory of her first orgasm. It was over before she was able to fathom the fullness of the strange new phenomenon that had seized her entire body, and all she could think about was wanting to experience it again. Jimmy was poised over her, unmoving. His hand remained pressed against her sex, his other still gripping her breast. She opened her eyes to see him looking at her with a mix of curiosity and fear. “Holy fuck nuts,” Steve said in an awed hush. “I think you made her cum.” “Stupid idiot.” Dean stood, letting go of Jill’s numb arm. “Girls can’t cum.” “Can so.” Steve backed off as well, leaving Jimmy as the only one holding her there. She watched his expression darken. Was he mad at her? She didn’t want him to be angry. She wanted him to know how good he’d made her feel. She wanted him to make her feel that way again. She wanted to thank him somehow. Jill quickly raised herself up and pressed her lips to Jimmy’s. There was a second of sublime connection, then it came to a violent end. Jimmy shoved her away, hard. The back of her head bounced against the dirt of the path, but that’s not what hurt the most. He stood and backed away from her, wiping his mouth with his forearm. She couldn’t help but notice the long, beautiful bulge along the front of his dark blue jeans. “Stupid slut thinks we’re in love now,” Jimmy hawked and spat into the leaves, then f***ed a nervous laugh. Steve and Dean laughed with him just as unconvincingly. Jill pulled her skirt down to cover herself and hated each of them more than ever. The shrill wail of a siren sounded in the distance. Steve quickly tucked his hard-on back into his pants, and Jill could see how obviously smaller his bulge was compared to Jimmy’s. Dean looked scared and was poised to break into a run at any second. “They comin’ this way?” Dean worried, looking up and down the path like a trapped a****l. “Relax, it’s a fire truck, dumb ass.” Jimmy brushed the dirt off his pants. “Let’s book.” The boys jumped onto their bikes and sped off toward the railroad bridge without so much as a look back, leaving Jill alone in the woods. As soon as they were out of sight, she leapt up and ran in the opposite direction. But she didn’t make it far. Jill cut off into the woods, and ran until it would be impossible for anyone on the path to be able to see her. She leaned her back against a tree, wiped the tears from her eyes, and fought to catch her breath and sort out the conflicting emotions roiling through her. She was a nice girl. She didn’t do anything wrong. There was no way she could have fought them off. There were too many of them, and they were much too strong. She tried to get away, but she couldn’t. She was still a nice girl. They made her do those things, and it wasn’t her fault. Jill’s mind was filled with the sounds, and smells, and images of what had just happened to her. The way they said ‘fuck’ and ‘pussy’ out loud like it was normal to talk that way. The way the air felt on her naked skin, and how their eyes felt on her body. Jimmy’s sweat had a musky, a****l edge to it, but there was something disturbingly appealing in that. The remaining mysteries of what lay beneath the fabric of his tight jeans. And that feeling… There was that dull ache pulsing between her legs again, demanding attention. She was excited by all these new feelings, but afraid that she had gone too far and now she would be overtaken by these uncontrollable impulses. How could she be a nice girl with these hot urges forcing her to want to do bad things? Jill couldn’t hold herself back. She looked around quickly, probably feeling as guilty for what she was about to do as those boys who took advantage of her had felt. Jill reached under her skirt. She pressed her hand to her moist pussy and rubbed it. She tried to do it just the way Jimmy had done. Jill spread her feet wider, her back pressed against the rough bark of the tree, and fumbled desperately with her sex. It took a few tries, but she found just the right arrangement. The tip of her middle finger inserted only barely into her vagina, and the heel of her hand circling against her sensitive clit. It was the same way that he had done it, but it felt different. It was good in a whole new kind of way. She told herself she had to stop. It was wrong for her to be touching herself the way she was. Her mother would die if she knew her nice daughter was masturbating herself out in the woods in broad daylight. She whimpered, ashamed that she couldn’t resist disgracing herself this way, and continued rubbing her shamefully wet pussy even faster. The sensations mounted, as they had before when Jimmy was fingering her, and she worked her hand feverishly under her skirt. Her orgasm suddenly gripped her, and Jill felt it spread through her body in a delightful wave that rose through her chest and flowed down her arms to her fingertips. Her legs went all weak and she pitched forward onto her knees. She knelt there for a long while, hand clamped tight to her young pussy, and searched for an excuse for what she had just done to herself. It wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t help it. It was because of what those boys did, that was the only reason… Jill stood up shakily, and brushed the dried leaves from her knees. An electrified panic shot through her when she realized she didn’t have her underpants. She ran as quick as she could back to the site of the assault and looked everywhere, but they were nowhere to be found. She was in tears, dreading what would happen if her mother found out she was walking around naked under her skirt. On the way home she thought up a handful of convincing lies, just in case. A car passed by her as she hurried home along the sidewalk. Jill was convinced that the man driving the car could tell what awful things she’d been doing. A woman sitting on a porch laughed as she passed by, and Jill was sure she was laughing at her. She ran the rest of the way home, went quietly in through the back door, and was able to get up to her room without her mother seeing her. That night, as she lay in bed, the fluttering ache was there again. Jill refused to give in. Nice girls didn’t touch themselves down there. Plus, she feared that if she tried anything her mother would somehow know what she was doing and come bursting into her room and give her a screaming sermon that the whole neighborhood would hear. She pressed her legs tightly together, and kept her hands as far away from herself as she could. The next day at school was torture. Every boy she saw made her wonder about what his thing looked like. She worried that the other girls could tell that she had touched herself, and she tried to find any clues that they had maybe done the same. Carilynn didn’t talk to her, or pass her any notes that day, but Jill was almost certain her friend had secretly done it before. Jill was hurrying up the stairs to her last class when she was startled to see Jimmy there on the landing. He was leaned up against the wall like he was waiting for something, or someone. He smiled that greasy smile of his when he saw Jill. She tried to hurry past him, feeling a hot flush in her cheeks, but his voice froze her in place. “Hey!” The sound echoed loudly in the otherwise empty stairwell. “Slow down.” “Leave me alone, I don’t want to talk to you.” Her words came out weak and shaky. Not at all convincing. “I don’t want to talk either.” He stepped nearer to her. She backed away a step. “I’m gonna be hangin’ out at the bridge after school.” “So.” “Just me. No one else.” “What do I care?” Jill imagined for a second that he was going to pull her to him and kiss her right there in the hall, just like in the movies. But he didn’t. “Thought you’d like to know, is all.” “Well, I don’t.” Jill turned and quickly began to flee up the stairs. “Want these back?” he called after her mockingly. Jill turned and saw her panties dangling from the end of one of his fingers. The one that had been inside her. “Give those to me!” she spat in an angry whisper. Jimmy balled them up, gave them a lurid sniff, and crammed them into the front pocket of his jeans. “Come get ‘em.” The bell rang. With a mischievous wink, he headed down the stairs. How dare he? Jill was furious as she slipped into class late. Mrs. Hernwell glared at her, but it was the only time she’d ever not been in her seat on time, so she got away with it. She didn’t hear a single word of the lecture as she struggled with what to do. In the end, she realized that she had no choice. No choice, at all, but to go to the bridge after school to try to get her stolen panties back. She suspected he was going to use blackmail and f***e her to let him touch her down there again. Maybe Jimmy might even make her look at his thing. What if he f***ed her to touch it? The wetness and the ache were back before class had ended, and it was all Jill could do to hide her embarrassment. Maybe this time, without the other boys there, he would kiss her back. Maybe, Jill thought, she didn’t really want to be a nice girl after all…

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